"Omelet it is. Maybe IHOP?" Because IHOP has excellent pancakes, and that's really what Kevin wants.

He looks down at the suppressor and steps out of the shower, dragging a towel around his waist. He offers her one, since her robe is out in the room. "I'll be alright." He says after a moment. "It's gettin' time though." He admits. He touches her face, and leans in to brush his lips against hers. "I'll leave it off for the drive and then some. It'll be alright."